A day much like those which have preceded it, including greyness and rain and non-achievement on my part. I need a plan, I think. Lots went on this morning. Helen and a — promising, as it proved — plumber were here discussing the Downstairs Lavatory. C. came. My holy friend came and we read another chapter of the Epistle of St James. The First Epistle, if there are more than one.
That’s about it. No knitting again. I did some feeble swatching towards a Fisherman’s Rib scarf. I need to explore the stash cupboard myself and it’s difficult to see how that can be done, given my feebleness and clumsiness. It involves walking behind the television set to reach its door.
Kate Davies published another good colour essay this morning, about apples. It’ll be in the new book, presumably.
Wordle: tougher, today. Four of us — fully half the party — scored five: Thomas and Theo and Roger and I. The fours were Mark and Ketki and Rachel. Alexander dazzled us all with a three.
Is it possible for Wafa to move the television set, to make a clear pathway for you?
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I was thinking like Tamar. I don't know how large the yarn cupboard is, but maybe taking yarn out for a good reconnoiter and regrouping before putting it back. I do that periodically. Most of mine is in large plastic tubs and have to be pulled out to see what's there. I tried to list on the bins long ago, but it is an ever-moving target!
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